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Tilney dare not resist her and he would not tear away, not now. Instead he listened to her whimpering breaths as she closed her nead into his ginger chest, his mane cloaking her own. What could he say to her to ease her mot evident suffering? Or cool his own darkened desire that had begun to build. And then finally she whispered a sentence he might not ever forget. "I just want to be loved, Tilney" How could he convince her that she was? He was quite sure she was a much valued member of the herd, a great friend to him and the only real mother Maude had. She was so loved. Was it the other kind she so craved? Perhaps. "You are loved" the man uttered breathlessly, reaching his teeth over her whither and biting delicately. Anyone would know that this was not a friendly gesture, nor was is a nasty one; It was purely of want for her. As his green eyes peaked open they were met with the view of a porcelaine-white coat, and it didn't take long for Tilney to become entranced into thinking that the woman who stood under him was his beloved. Those flirtatious, Flirtatious actions became more direct as if they were only meant for that one antlered doe, his muzzle gentle massaging the grey doe's spine until he reached the fine tairs at the tip of her tail. Tilney was completely lost, but he didn't really want to be found. |
SHOCK :O TILNEY UR MANNERS PLS PLS
u can probs reply with glas's reaction and fade 2 black??
@Glasgow
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